Morning Notes and Coffee

So, I started listening to motivational broadcasts. Ok, so they are a little silly. I am trying to gain more energy, though. When I get back from work, I am exhausted.

It saddens me how exhausted I am. I have heard exercise helps to increase your energy levels. I have heard eating right helps to increase them. So, I will try them.

There is also the afternoon 28 – 30-minute power nap, which is said to increase energy and refresh the mind. I will try that.

The key is to just do it and not to think about it too much.

They also say to write your goals down and not simply to mentally schedule them. I will try it. I believe they say it helps because, otherwise, you will procrastinate on the goals you have made a mental note of.

Currently, I am listening to jazz. Miles Davis to be exact. I should get into more jazz. It allows one to concentrate more than straight rock and roll.

Jazz is also supposed to help with language and writing. It is only what I have heard. I am not an expert musicologist, nor have I done extensive research on this declaration. All I know is the music does seem to relax me and allow me to think clearer, which is always a good thing.

Cultural Ambassadorship Goes to the Nuthouse

SJWs ( i.e. social justice warriors) are racist.  They are racist because they are obsessed with skin pigmentation and cultural background.

SJWs insist a person’s ancestors are more important than the individual. This attitude is antithetical to progress.

If you are a white, straight male you cannot have an opinion on trends of a people group different than your own. This attitude is supposed to be about being inclusive. Sadly, this attitude spurs on the opposite response.

It puts someone of normative behavior trends, who comes from the dominant regional cultural group, in a peculiar position. Suddenly, the right to comment on cultural behavior different than their perceived norm have been made null and void.

It does not matter this person’s statements are correct or incorrect. Those of the dominating cultural group cannot discuss them because they are of the normative group of a region.

It also bad, apparently, to adopt innovative ideas from a neighboring culture. Suddenly, a behavioral trade, which had spurred on progress through the history of humankind, is  racist.

So, from this, one can gather they hate much of the great cultural thought leading to insights into our psychology and sociology.

So, evidently, one can gather they hate the foundations and developments of the cultures around the world they seek to ambassador for or appease

This evaluation is evident because the cultures from around the world borrowed traits of the various groups they came into contact with from war, trade or discovery.

When these groups met with one another they had opinions of one another’s behavior. These opinions ranged from positive to negative. These groups took what they liked and discarded what they did not like or did not find useful.

Off course, these opinions may have been influenced by their personal bias based upon the contrast these behaviors had to the culture they were raised with. It does not matter. The importance was some of these groups put pen to paper to communicate their opinions to others. Those others who lent an ear to these opinions could decide whether these opinions were based upon rational critic, ignorance or  intolerance.

Rant about nothing imparticular.

So, I go typing and thinking. What shall I type up today? I do not know. I suppose I shall just type and watch the keys flow as they make dainty little alphabetical indentations across the screen like a stream.  Yes, flow out like water or, perhaps, something more sinister. Who knows?

Who knows anything anymore in the corrupt state of affairs we seem to find ourselves in? Who can we trust? Well, I do not think I can answer at this point.

All it seems I or anyone else can do, at this point, is to toy with what we have available and see how it turns out.

Currently, am I bored? You bet your life I am. Each day the same thing. Well, soon I will be packing and heading for a promised land. Well, not exactly promised. Well, I declare the land I move to promised in that I will promise to myself, which seems to me to be as good a promise as any.

Currently, I can do nothing but to break free and the thoughts sprung from my mind trace their imprints upon the keyboard.

I know I am ranting and have not uttered much info out my mouth today. I promise I may soon.

Why the delay of possible info I could spew out. Well, I have been busy earning dough. Yes, dough. I know. I know the term dough is cliché. I should just say money.

The good old-fashioned dollars and cents. I am living to save. I am living to drift my eyes on the northern parts of the country with my worldly and eager eyes set firmly and proudly into place.